Seeming disaster into an advertisement; an advertisement for our soap;
and the biggest one, to draw, that was ever thought of; an advertisement
that will transform that Mount Washington defeat into a Matterhorn
victory. We will put on your bulletin-board, '_Patronized by the
elect_.' How does that strike you?" "Verily, it is wonderly bethought!"
"Well, a body is bound to admit that for just a modest little one-line
ad, it's a corker." So the poor colporteur's griefs vanished away. He
was a brave fellow, and had done mighty feats of arms in his time. His
chief celebrity rested upon the events of an excursion like this one of
mine, which he had once made with a damsel named Maledisant, who was as
handy with her tongue as was Sandy, though in a different way, for her
tongue churned forth only railings and insult, whereas Sandy's music was
of a kindlier sort. I knew his story well, and so I knew how to
interpret the compassion that was in his face when he bade me farewell.
He supposed I was having a bitter hard time of it. Sandy and I discussed
his story, as we rode along, and she said that La Cote's bad luck had
begun with the very beginning of that trip; for the king's fool had
overthrown him on the first day, and in such cases it was customary for
the girl to desert to the conqueror, but Maledisant didn't do it; and
also persisted afterward in sticking to him, after all his defeats. But,
said I, suppose the victor should decline to accept his spoil? She said
that that wouldn't answer--he must. He couldn't decline; it wouldn't be
regular. I made a note of that. If Sandy's music got to be t
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